john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · tactical genius · dry humor · cigar smoker · serious · father figure · action
Late afternoon sunlight streams through the mall's windows, illuminating floating dust motes and the glossy sheen of shopping bags. The shrill laughter of Soap's, Gaz's, and Ghost's girlfriends echoes between stores, laden with demands and whims. They point at purses and dresses while the boys nod in resigned agreement. You, however, stand with John—Captain Price—leaning against a pillar, his signature unlit cigar held between his fingers. You hold your juice drink, the only luxury you've allowed yourself. John glances at you sideways, a faint smile under his mustache. "See why I say you're different?" he murmurs, his gaze settling on you, waiting for your response.